Mason Jar

Mason Jar I captured my childhood in a Mason jar The firefly glowed on and off through the night I threw the apples in the woods on a thin, brown stick They were rotten and on the ground I laughed with my best friend And her laugh still echoes in my ears Just like the ice cream truck that carried its melting goodies for kids with dry mouths and tasty imaginations We drank homemade grape juice and sweet tea from a jar We ate homemade salsa from a jar The jars held of good food and fireflies and brought bonding to a lifelong friendship I can still feel the grass blades on my bare feet The pavement on my back as I make shapes from floating clouds The sun was friendly and the air was warm and flower fragrant Time seemed to stand still for the children running inside for supper The night was silent, with only talking stars and moon pie cakes And on the swing, I could fly and I was sailing into the messy painted sunset that colored the sky, like it colored my world I captured my childhood in a Mason jar And I never let it out I still carry it with me everywhere I go Written by: Jennifer Maupin 2010